Daryl and Merle jumped up from their position on the couch when they heard the door to the guest bedroom being shut. Andrea walked down the corridor, Ava following closely behind on her heels.
Merle went up to her, sliding an arm around her waist. "Hey darlin'...how's our house guest doing?"
She looked up at him and sighed. "Well, she's obviously been beaten. Based on my observations while examining her, she also has a cracked rib. It's going to take some time, but she'll heal."
Merle tightened his grip around her waist and nodded. "The man that did that to her needs to be shot. Ya think it was a husband or boyfriend that did it? Did she say?"
Andrea hummed and nodded in agreement. "I ...view middle of the document...
Daryl shifted uncomfortably, pulling Ava higher up on his waist. "The hell ya'll staring at?" He muttered angrily as his face flushed red.
Ava made a tisking sound with her mouth and pulled Daryl's face around to her. "You're not 'spose to say wordy dirties uncle, Daryl." She replied as she placed her chubby little hands on his cheeks. "You now hafta put five dollars in the swear jar." She told him in all seriousness, holding out her dimpled little hand.
Ever since Ava had learned to talk, he and Merle had been trying their hardest not to curse around her. It was easier said than done because...well, because they were Dixons. Cursing was just a part of their everyday vocabulary.
In response to their filthy mouths, Andrea had created the "swear jar". Each time one of them said a curse word, they would have to deposit five dollars.
Daryl rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket, pulling out a five dollar bill. At the rate that he and Merle swore, they'd be broke and the kid would be set for life.
"Thank you." She replied with a cheeky grin as she stuck...